daily theories.

Let me be real with you, I love spring term. I wish I could cram all of my college experience into half the time so that I can get a job in my field of study and move on with my adult life. Which brings me to Theory 1 of the Day: I Was Born Thirty Years Old. I was reading picture books (with words) to my younger brother at three or four years of age. A time-out meant that I would sit in a corner of my room and entertain myself by planning my day. I would like to get into the field of Communication Disorders as soon as possible, but I'm sitting in class right now. "Are you paying attention?" Dr. H asks the class. "No..." I say to myself. Which brings me to Theory 2 of the Day: Some People Are Riding a Higher Current of Learning and I Am Still in a Tide Pool. Seriously. Have you ever met someone whose brain just doesn't work like yours? Dr. H is more of a genius than I could ever dream of becoming. The only hope for the rest of us mere mortals is to read the book and hope we pass the test. Which brings me to Theory 3 of the Day: For Some Reason I Keep Getting Better Grades Than I Think I Will. Accounting 200 (aka The Dumbest Decision of My Life) involved three tests. I failed two of them. And when I say "fail," I mean lower than a 60. Have you met me? I do not just fail things. But this... I knew I was going to fail. So why try? (Yes, it was one of those apathetic semesters.) And I got a B in the class. Either our school system is totally whack, or my theory has evidence behind it. (Let's hope that this continues to prove itself over the next two weeks as I finish up midterms and take finals. Especially because I have no idea what's going on in class since I've been typing this the whole time.) So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I am a 30-year-old nerd in a 15-year-old's body (seriously, I've been asked which middle school I attend) whose real age is technically almost 20. And I'm spending my summer in a kiddie pool of knowledge. Peace out, Napoleon.